Slowly open
　　Some people may now be standing
　　The other side. Slowly open you know
　　You are their profligate
　　Open ground, and then
　　Entered.
　　You may be your
　　Once you have too much too much
　　Refined. See
　　Now,
　　That is how not
　　Fairness, it should not be
　　So hard - get -
　　There.
　　Gentle to open,
　　And shouting
　　I!
　　Once you're outside.
　　If you love to love with caution
　　Does not promote, or rash;
　　Do you understand?
　　This will be your job,
　　Do not order
　　But to the request.
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　　Perhaps hiding
　　Is my favorite place. May find
　　Treasure buried under a pile of eyebrows
　　Or, huddled in a bundle
　　Fear behind; endless track according to the same
　　Concessions until some trick ... ... maybe I
　　Resorted to a person rather than resorted to
　　Myself. I can pick up something that he
　　While the rest are unable to control - I never doubted
　　It's real or value; but if a person is not silent
　　Throw me a rope way, I stretch out?
　　Or retreat to some quiet place
　　There, I have no trouble in dreams
　　My lover, how he loves lonely ... ...
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　　We are
　　The edge of the bed by a separate night; you eagerly
　　Sleep, immersed in a liquid dream,
　　I continue to clean up my throat, throat
　　Fog blocked me like butter
　　Blocking the artery. This does not seem to have
　　Representation, clear your sleep sleep, I was in trouble
　　Goosebumps; who thought up the beach like a crab, move forward
　　Waves coming in until the light or washed them back, the crab-like
　　Thought could not complete a short road, in the sunny beach ... ...
　　I wish I could know what thought is slowly moving, and what road or street
　　Carefully guide should arrive in my life.
　　(You moved, muttering, as thought and speech
　　Still holding on like children in the dodge. )
　　At the moment, where I end up thinking hard shell regime,
　　Spiritual warrior, advance - retreat - advance
　　Fortress? Still struggle with the sun and the sea
　　Rock sheen: a small house at the moment, the moment distribution of the beach
　　Micro Mount blinding; now a pain to clean up the throat, bad -
　　Weak body - the secrets of the mind - and you, sweet
　　Soft sleeper, if you are certain promises - and keeping -
　　Who cry for me, forgiveness, salvation.
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　　Ghost
　　The edge of it in the sense of floating;
　　Twilight Yingying, ghost - pale and complete;
　　Sentences, sometimes words and sometimes tone of the -
　　The specter of lost youth, or decorated with precious stones of truth Ghoul -
　　With the increase gradually waking moment
　　Distance gradually.
　　We all have them inside, just outside the arrival.
　　How I envy those who only dream the dream of the people, ah;
　　Or those whose lives have enough people who dream of -
　　Nightmare mixed with a little bit of my every breath;
　　I wake up with a list of property; not love
　　Will use a smile greeted me, not to help me stand
　　Such a burden, the specter of more and more, not here
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　　If he saw her
　　If he looked at her, love will shine
　　Briefly; a combat game, in the
　　Between his fingers, he will continue to
　　Until the threshold of burning flesh by Wei -
　　Threat. It will burn, he will gaze -
　　Iwo meet with the atmosphere -
　　Darkness will be dispelled
　　Briefly. He briefly forget
　　His anger, the light will briefly
　　Into his dark place
　　Or heart or soul or self, or the open gap
　　Small Chamber of Secrets. But said that he burned, he will deny;
　　Said that he loved, he would exercise restraint.
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　　The end of a sonnet and then I will not change
　　I end a sonnet, and then will not change
　　A spirit, or touch a heart, or open a
　　Closed doors. If this could be so easy to arrange,
　　Poetry may not endure to be saved.
　　Pockets will be filled, the pillow will be filling.
　　Oh no, never shake a sonnet a door,
　　Breach of security, or let a bomb lifted.
　　It will never swam the moat, or pry open a box.
　　Rather, it touched a person, in any case,
　　Was an accident; a side effect, a little poor
　　It was dead when it pulled the impact of live pull its weight,
　　It's a midnight moonlight shows the coastline of the pond.
　　Yes, it may change the life, or more.
　　But this is not it would have to do.
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